Laboon
The mountain is unmoved but my eyes are closed, I do not see
failure in the pain of the collision
I only feel the urge to continue, to break through this
invincible wall and reunite with those whose waves are distant memories
Memories that play on my mind in unexpected times,
Like visiting ghosts
I do not wish to call
the past
There are others that say I have scars but I do not believe
them, surely I couldn’t be hurt, wounded means a prelude to defeat and I will
not see them wave from a distant memory
The days move are so I assume, for every moment is the same
for me, every moment is another attempt to break through
When a set of visitors appear one day, beyond the man that
waits inside of me
They in different acts earn my trust, they in different acts
show me a reflection
What I see should cause pain to me but it does not, a
strange one has sworn a promise with paint upon my scars and a smile like one
so very long ago
The rocks are unmoved but my eyes are closed, I no longer
need to attempt to break through them
For what’s on the other side will return to me someday, I hear them already, waves from a distant memory
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